“what do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'a cage,' she said.”; any

[Ygritte]

BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE

The world has grown, flexed, changed into something nearly unrecognizable. It vibrates agsisnt her caramel skin and causes a soft quake in her bones. Kreios has been gone and lost amongst the wildcats for ages but the eternal mare remains as a drifter, weaving between the silent trunks of oak and hickory. Their secrets sleep between the rings of their body, whispered on the winds that weave through their slender limbs but Ygritte hardly notices their voices anymore.

Of spun sugar and soft orange-pink, Ygritte had returned to Beqanna in the hopes her own roots could find deep soils once again. She walks nearly silently along the skinny deer paths, her hair twisted up and away to reveal the bloom of begonias in her right eye socket. A trail of long feathers grow and drift along her rounded hips and flow outwards to drag like that of a wedding train behind her. They are unbearably soft and seemed to beg to be caressed as the downy edges dance in the most gentle of breeze. A few cling to the barbs of thicket bush and pluck away to remain a smudge of blush against the sleepy forest browns.

She walks, silent, blossoming against the naked bark with no destination. Beqanna is an estranged partner in a loveless marriage that has left her crumpled and forgotten. Honey liquid eyes notice something from the edge of her sight though, where the shadows crawled and the crows clung to. Someone had found the solitude of the forest just as she but the feather tailed mare halts her somber stroll to allow them closer.

Ygritte.

((its short! forgive me <3))